You’re pretty young, Mr. —

(remembers the name)

Mr. Thompson. A fellow will remember things you wouldn’t think he’d remember. You take me. One day, back in 1896, I was crossing over to Jersey on a ferry and as we pulled out, there was another ferry pulling in —


— and on it, there was a girl waiting to get off. A white dress she had on — and she was carrying a white pastrol — and I only saw her for one second and she didn’t see me at all — but I’ll bet a month hasn’t gone by since that I haven’t thought of that girl.

Citizen Kane by Herman J. Mankiewicz & Orson Welles

There are no time machines.

God damn it.


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